I am coming to the conclusion that when distracted I become an absolute ditz. As a mother of 7 children it is easy for me to use them as an excuse. To be honest I was quite capable of doing crazy things before my children came along. In fact many times they keep me out of trouble.
The other day I was out with just my oldest daughter. It was like a girls day out except for we only had a couple of hours and a doctors appointment to attend. I literally had 2 things to pick up at Walmart and figured if we went before the appointment that we wouldn’t be tempted to pick up more. That’s when the trouble started. I must have somehow checked my brain at the door. We were only there for less than 20 minutes. In that short period of time, I managed to narrowly-avoid 2 collisions with other carts. When I felt I was finally in the clear, and intended on making a straight line to the nearest check out, I must have been distracted by something because I collided directly into a man with 2 children. I didn’t hit his cart. I hit him! He didn’t seem too worried and I’m thankful it was a middle-aged man instead of a senior citizen. I can’t help but thinking that my cart pushing license should be revoked temporarily.
My shopping trip to Aldi’s possessed a unique type of embarrassment. A few months ago I came to Aldi’s alone. It was crowded so I had to park a good distance away from store. Before I exited my car I recalled that a quarter is required to get a shopping cart. I dumped out my purse looking for it. I finally found a quarter somewhere in the van. I took my time strolling through the aisles, excited at the good deals I was finding. My cart was overflowing when I made it to the checkout. The polite cashier rang everything up quite efficiently. It was there, with my cart brimming over with produce and other perishables, that panic struck. My wallet was not in my purse. I had no way of paying for that cart full of groceries. It occurred to me that I must have left my wallet in the car after dumping out my purse. I apologized to the cashier and told her I would run to get my wallet and be right back. Have you ever witnessed a 40-year-old woman do a sprint across a grocery store parking lot? I can only imagine what the other patrons were thinking. I returned to pay for my cart load of groceries in a matter of minutes. The cashier even commented on how quickly I had made it back. She still gives me a special smile every time she notices me at the store.
This last embarrassing grocery shopping experience could have only happened in the presence of my children. We were shopping at our local bulk grocery store. All of the children were with me so my antennae were up. People tend to pay a lot of attention to large families. I guess to some we are like a walking reality show. Most of our shopping was complete that day and I found myself in the vitamin aisle comparing Flintstones to the store brand. I knew my children were bored, and probably had too much energy, so I kept them in my peripheral. I saw the cart coming toward me and without even looking I grabbed it to keep my children from leaving the aisle. As I looked up prepared to fuss at one of my children, I found that the cart I was holding hostage belonged to a lady about the same age as my mom. She looked shocked and then amused: once I let go and tried to apologize.
I would love to pretend that these events were very rare occurrences. The truth is some of us are just prone to craziness. I have absolutely no desire to be in a reality show but sometimes I do feel like I am living in a sitcom.